Porthos has to reach for one of the bands he's brought with him to tie his now long-enough hair into a small knot at the back of his hat to keep it from breezing into his eyes and against his neck. "The corner bits," he says, showing off the junctions as he wiggles one in the air. "And okay, so maybe the Captain has his own bed once the baby is here."

"I thought you might like a bit of hope," he says gently.